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quinta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2014

Again,
as in many well early morning, Francisco’s mother, Elvira, was going to the
doctor. That was already occurring often. Elvira was desperate in the face of
the suffering of her child. Appeared a tumor in the neck of Francisco. The
doctor has prescribed infrared rays and Francisco was subjected to a particular
time under those rays pointed to the affected region.

Elvira cried in front of him. She made
promises to San Francisco so that his son would be good. In one of these visits,
Francisco cried. The tumor erupted and there was even squeezed until it stopped
leaving the pus that was created in the tumor. The nurse helped with the
healing and even more pressing. The poor mother cried together and prayed and
asked God that her son did not die right there. It was a nerve-racking. The
doctor has some antibiotics that Elvira promptly bought and gave the dosage
requested by the doctor. Francisco, almost a baby and improved wound healed. It
was at the base of the neck.

A few months later, Francisco was again
affected by the same disease. This time the tumor is installed, also in the
neck in the right part of the head, slightly below the right ear lobe of the
boy. More desperation to Elvira. More applications of infrared rays. And
Francisco left nearly disagreement from those sessions.

Elvira
has made new promises to San Francisco. Elvira then sought the doctor for a
real conversation. I wonder if your child spend the rest of my life with that
suffering. The doctor responded to her, that the problem of Francisco were
glands. When the glands flames, raised the tumor. The doctor also said that the
boy could survive, but would not have a good growth and not be able to study.
Elvira was, then, desperate and very sad.

In another
week, in the hours and days marked by the physician, there was Elvira, the row
of the streetcar, with his son. A string of tears trickled from their eyes
silently. And she sought to soothe pain of the child. Where was the tumor could
not be touched. The pain was very strong. More applications of infrared. And
Francisco that was red, redder stood.

In one of these mornings, Elvira, was
broken and crying in returning to her home, after another visit to the hospital
with her son when she was approached by a gentleman. A man was black, gray hair
and voice so calm, which called her and asked:
- Madam, I have already seen several times
crying and with this child in the lap. What is the problem of boy?

Elvira then told the old man her problem.
Then the black old man said her:
- I will give you a remedy that will be the cure
for your son.
- Go to the drugstore and buy two jars of barm
(Levêdo de Cerveja). Give it to the child every six hours, with a glass of
water. Soon he will be cured. Believe me.

Elvira asked to the her husband the money
necessary to purchase the medicine. And ministered the posology recommended by
the old man.

After the first glass, in one afternoon, Francisco
was asleep and tumor erupted. A yellow liquid was expelled. Francisco did not
feel any pain. Elvira tried to clean it and made a dressing with mercury
chromium and penicillin. In just days the wound healed.

Elvira was relieved. Her husband, with the
same name as the son, too. Francisco was finally cured. She tried to tell the
old man the miracle.
When she came, she asked by the benefactor. And
the people who worked there and lived nearby said that the black old man had
died there was some days ago.
Since then, Elvira and Francisco began to
prescribe to those who have inflammation of problems and the miraculous cure
tumors: barm (Levêdo de Cerveja).

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